Sunday morning. I wake up, and I make Sir and myself our hot drinks. We spend some time in bed together, and he decides he needs to sort his room out. I keep reading my book.
He leaves the room, so I decide to flash him my tits when he comes back. He immediately pounces on me. He's sucking and nibbling my nipples until they are rock hard. I moan. Fuck. I'm so horny.
I can hear him open his toy box, but I don't know what to expect. Sir gets out my little cat collar. He makes it quite tight. Tighter than I would wear myself. I hesitate to ask him to loosen it up, but I tug on it, and it makes me ache more. I feel owned. He grabs me by the collar and kisses me. I melt.
I hear him rummage through his toy again. He removes my dressing gown and then cuffs my wrists together. I make a bratty comment about being annoyed that I can't read anymore. He slaps my face and gets out a ball gag. When I am being sassy and silly, Sir always makes a joke about gagging me to shut me up... I guess it finally happened...!
He then asks me if I want my tail plug in. I mumble in my gag, maybe later. He agrees. I hear him spit on his finger. I know what's coming. He rolls my underwear down, and he gently presses on my asshole. Fuck fuck. I need it. I immediately know I need to be filled. He presses more, and my hips go back instinctively. He orders me to back myself onto his finger. All I can think is... More, more, more more, more. I gently try and fuck myself onto his thumb.
Sir asks me if I want the plug now, yes, yes yes. I nod. He tells me to back myself onto the plug. My ass swallows it up. He's comes to kiss me, but he's now humping my plug so I can feel it go in and out. My brain starts to shut down. I beg Sir to tie my legs together, but he tells me he has another plan first. He gets some tape and he attaches the wand to my thigh so it's directly onto my clit and then ties my ankles together. Shit.
Sir turns the wand on. I'm panicking. How am I not going to ruin? Worse, how am I not going to cum? I learn the positions where I can stop edging the the positions to get me to the edge. This means I'm wiggling around, moaning. Sir asks me if I still want to read. My answer is a moan, and he laughs at me.
He leaves me there to buzz as he tidies his room. I can hear him giggle at me as I try to not ruin. I have to concentrate so hard. He tells me he's about to hoover... He explains to me that I can moan as much as I want to when he does, especially because he's going to turn the wand to the maximum.
Panic, panic, panic. No, no, no. I can't do this. I can't handle this. I haven't cum in 600 days. I'm going to fail. He turns it up and then kisses my cheek. FUCK. It's intense. More psychologically than physically. What if I fail? I can't do it.
Moaning loudly helps. Focusing on my moans, focusing on the positions that help me stay in control of my pleasure. But they stop working, I'm so overwhelmed. I feel teary. Sir is close by. He comes over and kisses me with my ball gag as I'm trying to keep it together.
Kissing him is... When I edge, I usually need some type of stimulation. If that's reddit, tumblr, erotica, porn. I find it hard to get to the edge, But kissing Sir... it's all I need.
I want to kiss him deeply, but I can't because of the ball gag. That feels even more awful. I'm wiggling, trying any position to help me. Nothing works. FINALLY, Sir switches it back to low. I can breathe. He whispers in my ear...
I'm so addicted to owning you (fuck)
Sir looks at me and asks me if I want to taste him. I nod. He takes by gag off and I feel his cock in my hands. I can't start to describe his cock. It's thick and long and I love it, so much. I feel dazed.
I'm kissing his cock and sucking it. My pussy is overwhlemed, still buzzing but I want to give him please. Not want, need. I'm addicted to his moans. Even when we explore a little domming, the one thing that makes me happy doing it is his moans and pleasure. I love it when he feels good.
I feel like I'm fighting myself. My heart wants to please him but my body is trying to handle the wand and my denial. So I am in his cycle of sucking then having to change position and moan.
I know I said kissing is all I need to edge. The other thing that makes me immediately edge... Is when he starts to face fuck me gently. I lose myself. I ache. I feel on fire. I have so many thoughts, but also none.
Sir is telling me how much of a fuckpet I am. How amusing I am to him. How much of a mess I am. Many more degrading comments, which I knew, deep down, were true.
He tells me he wants to cum on my tits. He turns me around. He tells me to look up at him and to beg for it.
Please cum. Please cum on me
Sir cums all over my boobs. He rubs it in and rubs some on my face. I'm confused. I love it. I feel marked. I also hate feeling sticky. But I'm too horny to care. He leaves me there as he goes to sort something else out. He tells me I can change the speed of the wand.
I turn it up and edge. I edge and edge. I get so close to ruining and breathe. I'm on a cloud. Fuck. Just thinking about it.
He comes back and asks me if I want to keep edging or if I want to stop and join him in the living room. I tell him it's his choice, wherever he wants me.
Lets get you out of these, I miss having my pet with me
Sir goes to turn my wand off, but instead, turns it up to the max. I moan and wiggle. No, please. Fuck. He says he didn't mean to and kisses me sorry as he grins.
It's off, I can finally breathe. I'm a happy, horny, denied sticky mess.
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